Chapter 355: Chapter 337: Miss Sinclair, Long Time No See.

"Come in..."

Flynn Morgan froze for a moment, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open to enter the study.

Master Morgan had an honored guest over for the past few days. The two of them had been holed up in the study for days, not allowing anyone else in. It was all very mysterious.

He only ever caught a glimpse of the man when delivering their meals. The man wore a mask, obscuring his face.

"This kid’s got some decent skills. Come here, let me take a look." The honored guest spoke suddenly, beckoning him over.

Flynn Morgan looked at Master Morgan, who was looking through some formal calling cards. Upon hearing the words, he nodded. "Go on and let him have a look. You might just become a Martial Arts Master out of it."

Flynn Morgan’s usually calm expression was shattered by this statement. He looked at the honored guest in disbelief and hurried over.

The guest lifted a hand to take his pulse, and a warm current flowed into his body through his acupoints.

"Good aptitude."

As soon as he finished speaking, an incredibly domineering surge of Power burrowed into Flynn’s meridians, racing through them like a powerful electric current.

The pain forced Flynn Morgan to the ground. He immediately shut down his five senses and entered a meditative state to channel the Power.

He had heard some advice on breakthroughs from Dean Morgan before, so he knew this person’s Power was helping him clear and widen his meridians. All he needed to do was endure the pain and go with the flow.

Soon, he had managed to rein in the rampaging Power within his body, guiding it to follow the path of that domineering external Power.

"This kid is gifted."

"My family has plenty of gifted children," Cassius Morgan replied with a smile.

"Don’t push your luck."

The man opposite him glanced at him, then picked up his teacup from the table and took a sip.

As the Power emanating from Flynn Morgan grew stronger, Cassius Morgan asked with a hint of regret, "Are my grandson’s meridians truly beyond saving?"

The man replied faintly, "As things stand, they are. Unless the one from The Holy Mountain is willing to help him."

Cassius Morgan pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up at him and asked a different question. "Does that medicine from the Trent Family work?"

The man opposite him stiffened slightly. The gaze from behind his mask suddenly sharpened. "What, you’re tempted too?"

Cassius Morgan picked up his teacup, blew on the tea leaves inside, and then met his eyes. "To be honest, I am a little tempted. If it can truly help everyone’s strength reach a new level, it wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing."

"It certainly wouldn’t be a bad thing. But has anyone ever researched why the era in Ancient Times, when great powers were everywhere, suddenly came to an end?"

Cassius Morgan slowly lowered the teacup in his hand, his brow furrowed slightly. "Could it be related to your Martial Cultivation?"

"Martial Cultivation is divided into internal and external training. External training tempers the skin and bones, while internal training cultivates the meridians. Everyone knows about external training, but internal training is dependent on one’s innate talent. Those with wider meridians and higher comprehension find Martial Cultivation smoother, and their Inner Energy Sea can store more Power. But no one knows how the Power in nature is formed."

"Are you saying..."

"This energy, the Power found in nature... might not be an inexhaustible resource..."

As he spoke, the fluctuations of Power from Flynn Morgan, who was still on the floor, grew stronger and stronger, even beginning to affect the furniture in the room.

The man flicked his finger nonchalantly, creating an invisible wall in front of Master Morgan.

Master Morgan watched him for a long time before suddenly laughing in understanding. "I suddenly understand why Daoist Quentin Miles chose you as his disciple all those years ago."

The man cleared his throat twice, then picked up the nearby teacup and took another sip.

Master Morgan chuckled, changed the subject, and tapped the calling card in his hand.

"You’re the one who drew these two here."

"Dawn Miles will handle it."

"She has amnesia..."

"Isn’t your stinky brat there with her?"

"..."

***

「Sunday.」

Two luxury cars pulled up to the Warner Hospital, but they were stopped at the entrance.

August Trent lowered his window and said to the security guard outside, "We’re here to see Young Lord Morgan."

But the guard said with a look of disgust, "No parking spaces left. Get out and walk."

August Trent’s expression darkened instantly. ’The Warners must be doing this on purpose. They let the Vance Family’s cars in but specifically stopped us. Isn’t this just a personal grudge?’

"What about those empty spots up ahead?"

"They’re already reserved."

"You..."

"August Trent, go park somewhere else," Victor Trent said indifferently, his eyes downcast as he rolled the prayer beads around his wrist.

"Yes..."

August Trent shot a glare at the Warner man outside, then reversed the car and parked it on the side of the road next to the hospital.

After they got out and entered the hospital, Samuel Warner, who was standing by the entrance, took out his phone and made a call to the traffic police.

"Young Master, that was a ruthless move..."

"Hmph, this is just an appetizer."

The members of the Trent Family who entered the private recuperation wing looked absolutely grim. The elevators for the entire building were all under maintenance, which meant they had to climb nine floors.

August Trent glanced at the high heels on Raina Young’s feet and fumed, "Family Head, The Warners are going too far."

"It’s just a childish prank," Drake Trent sneered from the side. He was the first to head for the stairs, but he stopped after just two flights.

Because the stairs ahead had all been coated with slippery oil. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Drake Trent took a deep breath, and his voice, infused with Power, echoed throughout the entire building. "Someone greased the stairs at Warner Hospital! People are going to fall and die—"

Dawn Miles, who was in Alvin Morgan’s room eating an apple, shot to her feet the moment she heard the voice, but Alvin stopped her. "Don’t worry about them."

"Is that The Martial King of the Trent Family?"

"Yes. Your future opponent."

Dawn Miles took a bite of her apple. CRUNCH. She nodded.

As the two were talking, Beta Morgan came in. "Sir, the Vances are here."

"Let them in."

Soon, two men and a woman walked in.

The woman was an unfamiliar face. She had to be the full-blooded younger sister of the Head of the Quincy Family, The Second Miss Quincy, Evelyn Quincy.

"Young Lord Morgan, I heard you were attacked. Are you alright?"

"It’s nothing serious," Alvin Morgan replied, exchanging pleasantries with them coolly.

Although Derek Vance was speaking to Alvin Morgan, his gaze frequently swept over to the girl sitting by the bed, eating fruit.

’She looks the same as before, not like she has amnesia at all.’

"Miss Sinclair, long time no see."

Dawn Miles nodded. "Hello."

"Miss Sinclair, I heard you were going to participate in the Veridian Freestyle Fighting Championship. Why didn’t you?"

"Something came up."

"..."

Derek Vance was left speechless by her response.

Just then, Aiden Vance suddenly asked, "Miss Sinclair, how have Indie and Neville been lately?"

As he said this, the smiles on Derek Vance and Evelyn Quincy’s faces froze.

"I don’t know."

Dawn Miles’s words made the atmosphere in the room instantly awkward, but Alvin Morgan had no intention of easing the tension. Instead, he pointed at the fruit basket the Vances had brought and said, "Aurora, there are bananas over there."

Dawn Miles’s eyes instantly lit up.

Beta Morgan played along, bringing over the fruit basket from the Vances. He unwrapped the plastic film and handed her a banana.

Under the watchful eyes of the Vances, Dawn Miles peeled the banana and carefully fed a bite to Alvin Morgan.

He smiled at Derek Vance and said, "My apologies, Head of the Vance Family. I was a bit hungry, but I can only eat soft foods like this at the moment."

Derek Vance replied awkwardly, "If I had known, I would have bought more bananas."

’I really can’t figure out what this young man is thinking.’

’And does this Aurora Sinclair really have amnesia or not?’

’Could Victor Trent have been lying to me?’

Just then, Dean Morgan’s voice came from the doorway.

"Sir, the Head of the Trent Family has arrived with his wife and son."